In the county town, at the hospital.

Qi Yanjue opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was the mottled ceiling, which looked very familiar. He quickly remembered that this was the same ceiling he had seen when he woke up a few days ago.

"Captain, you're awake!" Luo Ming, with his sharp eyes, saw Qi Yanjue open his eyes and rushed to the bedside in surprise.

"Captain, you're finally awake." Zhou Feng also came over.

His gaze swept over the two people's faces. Qi Yanjue looked around. Apart from the three of them, there was no one else in the ward.

Luo Ming and Zhou Feng exchanged a knowing glance. They both chuckled inwardly; their captain was definitely looking for his wife.

"Seeing through it but not saying it" is what they both feel at this moment.

"Why are only the two of you here? Chen Guangyao and Zhao..." Qi Yanjue stopped abruptly as he recalled the scene before he lost consciousness, "Where is Song Yueying? Is she injured?"

He remembered shouting for Song Yueying to run, but he didn't know if she had gotten away.

He also remembered using all his strength to knock away the axe that was aimed at her. The man with the axe was furious and swung it at him, but he dodged in time and swung his dagger at the same time.

Unfortunately, the dagger didn't slit the axe-wielding man's throat; it only pierced his shoulder.

He doesn't remember what happened after that.

The man with the axe wasn't dead, and there were others around wielding iron bars and machetes, watching him menacingly. He felt that Song Yueying was most likely dead, yet he still clung to a sliver of hope.

I hope she's alright, I hope she ran away back then.

He didn't die; he woke up in the hospital. She must have run away.

"Captain..." Zhou Feng and Luo Ming called out simultaneously.

Zhou Feng and Luo Ming found it unbelievable that their captain's expression changed so quickly. They knew their captain was always unfazed, even in the face of a collapsing mountain.

The captain is the backbone of their team, calm and self-possessed.

"Stop talking nonsense, I'm asking you where Song Yueying is. Is she injured?" After waiting for a long time without an answer, Qi Yanjue lost his patience, threw off the sheet covering him, and sat up.

Luo Ming and Zhou Feng were shocked.

"Captain, you need to stay in bed and recover from your injuries." Zhou Feng reached out and pressed down on Qi Yanjue's shoulder, stopping him from getting out of bed.

Swallowing hard, Luo Ming quickly said, "Captain, don't worry, your wife isn't injured. She said she had something to do and went out for a bit, so Chen Guangyao drove her there."

"She's really not hurt? Not a scratch at all." Qi Yanjue confirmed, his deep eyes fixed on Luo Ming.

"No." Luo Ming shook his head, but in his heart he was screaming that he couldn't withstand the captain's pressure.

Qi Yanjue's gaze fell on Zhou Feng again, and Zhou Feng's heart skipped a beat. He quickly said, "Sister-in-law is really not injured. If she were injured, Zhao Yiheng would definitely have noticed."

Qi Yanjue thought about it and agreed. He waved to the two of them, "You two go out first, I need to be alone for a while."

On the other side, in the village.

Thanks to the tireless efforts of the two aunts, the woman in labor, Wang Qianqian, finally regained consciousness. Waves of labor pains washed over her, causing her to scream in agony.

Seeing that the person had woken up, the two aunts breathed a sigh of relief.

Hearing her screaming, I immediately sensed something was wrong. The short-haired auntie spoke up to persuade her, "Little Wang, stop screaming. You need to save your energy for childbirth."

"I...I'm in so much pain, so much pain! Aunt Zhang, childbirth is too painful, I'm not giving birth anymore." After the contractions subsided, Wang Qianqian grabbed the hand of her short-haired aunt and cried.

The short-haired auntie's surname was Zhang. She was the women's director of the brigade and also the wife of the brigade leader.

Wang Qianqian was about to give birth, and neither her family nor her husband's family were here. As the women's director of the brigade, Aunt Zhang naturally had to come and take care of her.

Aunt Xu was a recognized midwife in the brigade, so Aunt Zhang brought her here to help.

Wang Qianqian just fainted from the pain, which really scared the two aunts.

Aunt Zhang patted her hand and gently comforted her, saying, "Childbirth is excruciating for women. Just bear with it, and it will pass. The pain will subside after the baby is born."

Seeing that Wang Qianqian had regained consciousness and could still cry out in pain, Aunt Xu was happy. But her legs felt a little weak, so she simply sat down on the edge of the bed.

What just happened really terrified her, and she's still a little shaken.

Wang Qianqian said with a sob in her voice, "But childbirth is so painful, I don't want to give birth anymore."

"Look at what you're saying! Childbirth is never painless!" Aunt Xu said earnestly, "Giving birth is like a woman walking through the gates of hell."

"Once you get through this, you'll be blessed."

"Sweetie, don't talk. Save your strength for when you give birth."

Wang Qianqian knew this was true, and she had just wanted to cry.

She looked at the two women gratefully and said, "Thank you, Aunt Zhang, thank you, Aunt Xu. If it weren't for you two being here, I... I don't know what I would have done."

As she spoke, she felt like crying again.

“We’re all from the same brigade, no need for thanks.” Aunt Xu waved her hand, then said seriously, “However, Dr. Song hasn’t arrived yet, so you’ll have to give birth on your own.”

Before Wang Qianqian could speak, another wave of pain struck, causing her excruciating agony.

But she was someone who listened to advice. When her aunts told her to conserve her strength, she really didn't cry out or make a sound. She would only groan a few times when the pain became too much.

"Don't fall asleep! Please don't fall asleep, push... quick, push..."

"Push...push harder, the baby is coming out."

"Oh dear! Little Wang, the educated youth, is almost out of strength. This can't go on!" Aunt Xu was really worried now. "Sister Zhang, please think of something quickly."

"Don't panic, don't rush." ​​Aunt Zhang, as expected of the women's director, was more composed than Aunt Xu. "Think again if there's any other way."

"Young Wang, the educated youth, is weak. We need to find a way to quickly replenish her strength."

"Eggs, boiled eggs in brown sugar water." Aunt Xu said, then hesitated, "But Wang, the educated youth, isn't home. We don't know if he has any eggs or brown sugar!"

Aunt Zhang said, "Don't worry, let's ask Xiao Wang, the educated youth, after the contractions pass."

Seeing Wang Qianqian covered in sweat from the pain, Aunt Xu couldn't help but complain, "I wonder where Song Yueying is doing. We're waiting here for her to save us!"

Song Yueying, who was being dragged to the door by her mother, happened to hear this complaint.

When she was criticized for her daughter's behavior, Song's mother immediately became indignant, rolled up her sleeves, and was about to rush into the house to confront Aunt Xu, but Song Yueying stopped her.

Wang Aimin was also a little embarrassed at this moment. Aunt Xu spoke to Doctor Song that way entirely because of his wife.

No one expected that Dr. Song, the person involved, would overhear this.

If he wasn't there, then forget it; but since he was there, just pretend you didn't hear it.

Clearing his throat, Wang Aimin looked at Song Yueying apologetically, "Dr. Song, please don't take Aunt Xu's words to heart. She was just worried about my wife, that's why she said that."

He seems like a very honest person, so why does his talk have such a strong "green tea" flavor? Song Yueying looked at Wang Aimin in surprise.

Wang Aimin touched his nose and apologized again.

"Alright, alright, I didn't care what Aunt Xu said." Song Yueying didn't consider herself a petty person and didn't want to waste time, so she changed the subject, "How long has your wife been in labor?"

"What is 'launch'?" Wang Aimin asked, looking completely bewildered.

"How long has she been crying in pain?" Song Yueying asked, rephrasing her question.

Wang Aimin remembered this very clearly, and without thinking, he answered affirmatively, "She started crying in pain early this morning."

"What time is it in the early morning? Please be more specific," Song Yueying asked patiently.

Wang Aimin thought carefully for a moment, "Around four or five o'clock."

Song Yueying mentally estimated that she had started crying in pain at four or five in the morning and still hadn't given birth, no wonder she said she had no strength.

Hearing the voices, Aunt Zhang turned around and saw Song Yueying standing at the door. She paused for a moment, then rushed out, grabbed Song Yueying's arm, and dragged her back into the house.

When Song's mother saw her daughter being pulled into the house, she also pulled Wang Aimin to the kitchen.

Song Yueying was dragged to the bedside.

"Dr. Song, quick, please help deliver Xiao Wang's baby, she looks like she's about to die." Aunt Zhang pressed Song Yueying down to sit on the edge of the bed.

Song Yueying stared in horror at the woman on the bed, writhing in pain during childbirth, completely at a loss.

She...she has no idea how to deliver a baby!

Aunt Zhang couldn't hear Song Yueying's inner cries, so she said to Wang Qianqian on the bed, "Little Wang, Dr. Song is back. You and your child are saved."

Song Yueying suddenly looked up, staring at Aunt Zhang in shock. Where did she get the confidence to say that?

Just as I was about to say that I didn't know how to deliver a baby, my hand was grabbed.

He looked down at the withered hand that was gripping his, then followed the hand to the woman in labor. The original owner remembered her; her name was Wang Qianqian, she was a sent-down youth, and her husband was also a sent-down youth.

During her pregnancy, Wang Qianqian came to the original owner of the body for a checkup. The results showed that due to long-term malnutrition, her delivery would be at great risk.

Wang Qianqian said something that really touched the original owner.

Wang Qianqian said, "If she really loses her life because of childbirth, she will accept it."

Because of this sentence, the original owner did not charge her for the examination, and she gave the original owner a handful of White Rabbit milk candies before leaving.

Having withdrawn from the original owner's memories, Song Yueying looked at Wang Qianqian with a complicated expression. Wang Qianqian's trusting yet pleading eyes stirred a sense of pity in her heart.

But she really doesn't know how to deliver babies!

"Save...save me...my child," Wang Qianqian said with difficulty.

She thought she was going to say "save her," but she said "save her child." A phrase came to Song Yueying's mind: "Women are inherently weak, but mothers are strong."

"I..." She wanted to explain that she didn't know how to deliver a baby, but she couldn't bring herself to say it. Song Yueying gently comforted her, "Don't worry, you and the baby will be fine."

After saying that, Song Yueying removed Wang Qianqian's hand, glanced around the room, and fixed her gaze on an enamel mug.

Getting up to get her enamel mug, Song Yueying, with her back to the bed, quickly took a purple pill from the space experiment vehicle, broke it in half, put it in the enamel mug, and then picked up the thermos to pour water.

Song Yueying put the remaining pills into her mouth.

She turned around and walked back, asking Aunt Zhang to help Wang Qianqian sit up. She then fed Wang Qianqian water from the enamel cup.

Wang Qianqian was in pain and confused, and didn't care what was being fed to her, she opened her mouth and drank it.

Looking at the colored water in the glass, Aunt Xu asked curiously, "Yueying! What did you put in the glass? The color looks a bit strange."

"A medicine to quickly restore physical strength," Song Yueying replied, and Wang Qianqian quickly finished the half-cup of water.

About a minute after drinking the water, Wang Qianqian felt a tearing pain again. The pain made her cry out, "Ah...it hurts...it hurts so much!"

More than ten minutes later.

"Waaah...waaah..." A loud baby's cry rang out.

"It's born! It's born! It's finally born..." Aunt Zhang's joyful voice rang out, and then she quickly wiped the baby clean.

Aunt Xu helped tidy up the new mother and the bed. After everything was cleaned up, Aunt Zhang placed the baby next to Wang Qianqian.

"It's a girl," Aunt Xu said with emotion. "She took so long to give birth, so she looks a little small, but she can be raised well with proper care."

What she really meant was that babies this young are not easy to raise. If it's a boy, the adults in the family will do their best to raise him, but it's hard to say about a girl.

She has delivered so many babies and seen the reactions of countless fathers and grandparents.

Some baby girls were even cruelly abandoned by their families after birth, left to fend for themselves.

Sensing the underlying meaning in Aunt Xu's words, Song Yueying didn't know what to say.

After all, people at that time talked about gender equality, but in reality, the idea of ​​valuing sons over daughters was still very serious.

Wang Qianqian, propping herself up, was about to look at the baby when she heard it was a girl and immediately burst into tears. This startled the three people in the room, and her two aunts quickly comforted her.

"That... Little Wang, the educated youth!" Aunt Xu realized she had misspoke, smiled brightly, and comforted her, "Don't cry, you just gave birth."

"Crying is bad for your health and your eyes."

"Besides, I don't think your Wang Zhiqing is a sexist. He shouldn't blame you for having a girl."

“I don’t think Wang Zhiqing looks like it either.” Aunt Zhang also comforted Wang Qianqian, “Little Wang Zhiqing, don’t cry. You and Wang Zhiqing are both young, you can have more children in the future.”

"If we have more children, we're sure to have a boy."

“Yes, yes, you can still have more children, and you’ll definitely have a boy. So you don’t need to cry now, just keep having more.” Aunt Xu quickly chimed in.

Both she and Sister Zhang have been through similar experiences and know how prevalent the preference for sons over daughters is nowadays.

“No, that’s not it.” Wang Qianqian said between sobs, “I’m crying not because my husband is sexist, but because I gave birth to a daughter.”

"I'm suffering so much during childbirth now, and when my daughter grows up, she'll have to go through the same suffering I did during childbirth."

Wang Qianqian's words left her two aunts speechless, feeling that she was worrying too early.

Song Yueying didn't know how to comfort a woman who had just given birth, so she simply remained silent. She leaned closer to look at the baby and saw a wrinkled, bluish-purple little face.

It was probably because it had been held in its mother's belly for too long.

The baby's head was still pointed, which... If Song Yueying hadn't seen Wang Qianqian not even glance at the baby, she would have thought Wang Qianqian was crying because of the baby's appearance.

All that effort and hardship resulted in a little monster? And its appearance is just too haphazard.